Personality:
Corinne is naturally sweet, unless you get on her bad side. If you try to mess with her she'll whip out her six shooter as fast as you can blink an eye. She is bubbly and flirtacious as anything. She enjoys pleasuring others, and making them happy, but she always looks out for herself too.

Personality
Leslie is a free spirit. She never gets attached to anything or anyone. She haven't stayed in the same place for more than two months since she completed 17. She tends to be cold and harsh when she is 'working', but when she is not she seems to be just a friendly cowgirl. She drinks a lot and smokes a lot. She is rowdy. She is a womanizer, from a young age.

What are they doing now?
Leslie is one of the most wanted of the wild west, worth $ 850 dead or alive. She is a well known road robber and an occasional bank robber.

It was the late evening, and Corinne Deering was getting ready for a night at the saloon. She hoped that tonight would go smoothly. It had been several days since she had worked at Big Nose Kate's, mainly because some cowboy was getting a little too hands on. However, those things didn't really scare Corinne; she was a tough girl. They were mere annoyances in her daily living. Oh, how she would make those men pay.

The red head fastened the clasps on her skirt to her knee socks and smoothed out the ruffles partially. Corinne's outfit was almost complete. As she slipped her feet into her boots, her hazel gaze traveled to the six shooter on the desk. She had just picked the gun up yesterday. If any one was to hurt her, she would definitely show them a thing or two. Corinne stood up straight and picked up the gun, tucking it away in her garter belt. She fluffed out her dress before exiting her house.

The saloon was only a few blocks away from Corinne's house, so she always chose to walk. It was a balmy July evening and the sun was nearly set. There were few street lamps, but Corinne could make out everything. There were two men in the doorway of another bar, as well as a few saloon workers waiting for Corinne. She waved at them and hurried her step as she entered the saloon.

The sun was starting to set when Leslie finally was able to get rid of the lawmen who pursuit her. She stopped under one of the quite few trees that she luckily found on her way. And then dismounted to see if no harm was inflicted to her horse, or to herself. Once she confirmed that Argo was alright and that she was only shot grazed she started to plan what to do next. Since she might have killed one of the men who was behind her, she thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to take that path again. So the only option she had was to go to that city.

She took out the kerchief from her face and used it to clean the wound with what was left of her water. She only got a slightly pained expression on her face. She has been shot so many times that she was graceful that this time she just got grazed. After finishing upon cleaning and tying the kerchief on the wound, so it would stop bleeding, she mounted once again on Argo and headed to the city. Leslie was no happy at all to come back to Tombstone. She'd just went back there twice after her parents died, ten years ago. And the only reason that she did so was because she wouldn't be able to get to another place without dying in the middle of the way. She wondered if her sister was still mad from the last time that she showed up.

It took almost an hour for her to arrive. The desert was already pit black and both of them, she and Argo, seemed to be exhausted from the day. Even though she didn't want to be there, she got a warm feeling on her chest once she passed trough the welcome gate. She got off of Argo and guided the horse trough the almost empty streets. She stopped in front of a saloon and tied her horse on a pilar next the place. The bandit needed few minutes before entering. At that point she rather be in another pursuit than face off Martha.

'This is it! I am entering Big Nose Kate's...'
She thought as she took a deep breath right before opening the door of her parent's saloon.​

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Martha Johnson​

Martha went down the stairs slowly. Since she lived upstairs the saloon she was always there way earlier than her workers. Besides dressing modestly during day time, when she went to work she usually dressed herself on more sensual clothing. She had on a black dress with a long slit on the side. Her cleavage was well exposed and her corset was tightly tied. Too tightly, though. She was having trouble breathing with it and that was annoyed by it. Not much longer after she greeted some of the workers, who arrived, the door opened again. She thought that it was just another employee or just a drunk who arrived early so she didn't bother stopping doing her work. Until she heard her voice. "Hey sweetie, go find me a drink and someone to take care of my horse. Alright?" She turned away with anger already in her eyes to find her sister talking to one of her saloon girls.

"Won't you welcome your little sister?" Leslie said right before Martha ran in her direction and started hitting her everywhere. ​

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